Towel Day!
May. 25th, 2003 05:19 pmHappy Towel Day, everyone!
I picked out my towel this morning, and I've been carrying it all day. I wanted to carry my official YSU Movie Night on the Lawn towel (from Matrix on the Lawn) but I left it in school. Oh, well.
We were playing Risk, and I kindly informed my father and brother that no matter what they did, they would never be as hoopy a frood as me, because I knew where my towel was. My little brother, bless his soul, decided to remedy that, and ran upstairs to emerge with a towel for him and my father. Thus I spread the towel-carrying goodness.
I carried it to my brother's little league game, I carried it home again, and it sits on my shoulder now, where it will remain all day.
Another amusing props story:
This past week, on wednesday, my roomates and I went gallivanting around the city. We stopped at Walgreens to pick up munchies, and I bought ice cream in a box - and needed a spoon, which they didn't have. So on our way to the subway, we stopped at each of these little bodegas to ask them for a spoon. It was only after the fourth or fifth time that I came out saying "there is no spoon" that I realized what I was saying. Hee!
I picked out my towel this morning, and I've been carrying it all day. I wanted to carry my official YSU Movie Night on the Lawn towel (from Matrix on the Lawn) but I left it in school. Oh, well.
We were playing Risk, and I kindly informed my father and brother that no matter what they did, they would never be as hoopy a frood as me, because I knew where my towel was. My little brother, bless his soul, decided to remedy that, and ran upstairs to emerge with a towel for him and my father. Thus I spread the towel-carrying goodness.
I carried it to my brother's little league game, I carried it home again, and it sits on my shoulder now, where it will remain all day.
Another amusing props story:
This past week, on wednesday, my roomates and I went gallivanting around the city. We stopped at Walgreens to pick up munchies, and I bought ice cream in a box - and needed a spoon, which they didn't have. So on our way to the subway, we stopped at each of these little bodegas to ask them for a spoon. It was only after the fourth or fifth time that I came out saying "there is no spoon" that I realized what I was saying. Hee!